There is a curse on this house

I have to say first of all, things have gone really smoothly with this remodel, for the most part. The dryer was a problem, but that was only sort of connected to the remodel. And then, yesterday, it all decided to freak out on us. We got the countertops installed with no problems. They are beautiful. It turns out they cut the hole a little too big for the cooktop, but he made it work anyway. They pointed out that the drawers under the cooktop needed to be cut smaller, yet again, and that, with the sink installed, our little pull out trays by the sink wouldn't close all the way. So, when the cabinet guy came out with the front to our compactor, we told him about it. He said the trays couldn't be fixed, but he did take the drawers and took care of that. And, he went to put the panel on the compactor and they had been told the wrong size, so it doesn't' fit. So, we have to have the panel remade. The counter install went so smoothly that Tim called the tile guy to have him come and just get the tile done. I was excited - it was going to be done early! Well, the guy never showed because his car broke down. Then, Tim went to install the sink and the plumbing was all wrong. It was too high coming out of the wall, and he didn't know the sink would be so deep (who knew - I never thought to tell him), so he had to tear into the wall behind the sink, the compactor, and then (gasp) cut into the cabinet base in order to access the pipe and lower it 4 1/2 inches so that water would drain from our sink properly. It was a mess. It was not a good situation. He was here until 7:30 trying to get us a sink that would work so we could finally have running water in the kitchen. This is what my kitchen looked like at about 5:30 p.m.:

And then, as Tim was finishing up that project, (he did get us a working sink and dishwasher, by the way), we found out that there was a problem with the lights that had been installed over by the stairs. They had worked fine and then suddenly they weren't working. By the end of the day we had all had it with this job. Today started out much better. Tim came and fixed the light and patched up drywall under the sink. The tile guy came and got the tile installed and it looks great. The appliance guy came and installed our microwave and cooktop. Everything went pretty well. Tim wrapped up some loose ends, the tile guys will come grout the tile in the morning tomorrow, and Tim plans to be back on Monday to finish the last little bit and make sure all is well. After Tim left, one of our new lights started freaking out on me. He came back and checked it out and couldn't find anything wrong, and it stopped flickering, so we will keep an eye on it. But it must have been a warning. I was excited to try my new cooktop, so I planned out a recipe, thawed some chicken, put a skillet on my cooktop, and turned it on. Or, I tried to turn it on. No power. I checked the breaker (I am getting really good at this whole breaker thing) and I turned it off and back on, just to be sure. No power. I checked the instruction manual. No, I am not an idiot and I really was doing it right. Then I called Klint (the installer). He has no idea what happened. He will come tomorrow to figure it out. In the mean time, I had raw chicken and no way to cook the rest of my recipe. So, we had hot dogs and brats. Not what I planned on, but it was all I could come up with quickly before Jeff had to leave for a meeting. So, I think there is a curse on this house. Why can't the cooktop just work? Why does everything in the past week or so seem to be falling apart? I just wanted to cry. I am SO close to being done with this kitchen. I just want it to be done so I can do something besides sit at home all day and wait for various people to show up at my house. I really have been good about not complaining through this process (except for the dryer), but now I am tired, and it is wearing on me. I hope we can finally get this all sorted out and that I can have some peace soon. I love my kitchen and I am grateful for it - don't get me wrong. I can't believe it is really in my house. And, I guess it wouldn't be a remodel if something didn't go wrong.

Everything but the kitchen sink

That phrase has a whole new meaning to me. We have almost everything done, except for the kitchen sink. As I type, they are installing my countertops and sink. All of the little details are taken care of. The appliance installer (Klint - see previous post) is coming this afternoon to put in my microwave and cook top. But, my sink has to dry, so I can't have running water until tomorrow. Bummer. I was really looking forward to washing dishes tonight (There is a statement you may never hear me say ever again, but it is true for tonight). Tomorrow we will get the plumbing all hooked up, the dishwasher going, the waterline to the fridge working, and the tile will be installed. And then, I think we will be officially done with the remodel. I still have to pick a rug and curtains, and hang pictures, but I won't have people coming to my house every day. Yesterday was the first day since Oct 6th that I didn't have someone come here to demolish, repair, build, troubleshoot, paint, install, or offer a bid. It was nice. But I spent the whole day running errands because I actually could for once. I must say though, this has gone very fast. The total time from start to finish, if you include M's room, was 4 1/2 weeks. 3 1/2 if you take her room out. The total number of working days on the kitchen alone was 17, though some of those were half days (especially recently while we were waiting for the countertop). I went less than 3 weeks without an oven, and a little less than 4 without the rest (cooktop, dishwasher, sink). We had a microwave and fridge the whole time, which helped. It has been fun, frustrating (mostly with the stupid dryer, which has nothing to do with remodeling a kitchen), exhausting, noisy, messy, and sometimes like Christmas each day as it evolved. Just don't ask me to make any decisions for awhile. Really. I don't think my brain can handle it. :)

A Tale of Two Dryers

Warning: This is a long post. I put it here mostly for me. You are welcome to read it, but feel free to skip it if it gets too boring. On a Monday, we took out our washer and dryer in order to put in the new floor. On thursday, it was back in, and I ran a small load of laundry. It was fine. On Friday I threw a load in but forgot to dry it, so I tossed it in the dryer Saturday, but it didn't dry. And didn't dry. I hung that up to dry (it was blankets) and tossed in the next load of clothes. It didn't dry. It wasn't even warm. And, it was Saturday. Why do things always break on Saturday? On Monday, we called a new appliance repair guy (ours apparently no longer services this area) and he came out. He couldn't figure out what would be wrong with the dryer, but thought it might be the element. He said we were only getting half the power, thus it wouldn't heat. So, he ordered a new element, and in the mean time, we couldn't do laundry because the dryer didn't work. The part came in and he came Thursday. He put it in. Same problem. So, he came to the conclusion that the only other thing it could be is the control panel. And, that would be over $400, even if he gave discounts on it. Well, that is when you say, "I guess it is time for a new dryer" because, really, who wants to pay for a part that costs as much as a new dryer. I was getting desperate to do laundry, so I went out that day and bought a new dryer.(As if buying 6 appliances for the kitchen wasn't enough!!) I got it from the people who sold us our kitchen appliances. They were great, sold me a floor model, it was just what I needed, and I saved a few hundred dollars, and I could take it home that day. Awesome. That night, our appliance installer (Klint) called to see if he could come that evening, so I said sure, and could he please also install our new dryer. He came, installed the dryer, turned it on, and guess what. No heat. Really? At this point, I could almost see the realization form before my eyes: "I didn't need to buy a new dryer. It was never the dryer in the first place" I wanted to cry. Or throw up. The appliance repair guy had never checked the outlet to see if that was the problem, despite knowing we had been remodeling. It turns out - it was the breaker. It was only sending half the power. Klint tried to fix it, but the breaker was bad, and the wiring was really all messed up, and loose. So, I called Tim. Tim came the next morning (this was Halloween), and sure enough, it was the breaker. We think it got bumped when he was putting in a new breaker for our cooktop, and because the wires were loose, it messed it up somehow. He put in a new one, tested the power at the breaker, tested the power at the outlet, tested the power running through the cord (because they had gotten the cord from our old dryer). All was well. We turned the dryer on. No heat. At this point, I was really ready to lose it. I had already missed the school Halloween parade because of this, and now I was wondering if I could even go to O's party to help. I called Klint from the night before. He came out to take a look at it and couldn't figure it out. He checked the power sources too. They were fine. Tim and I had already messed with it. I called the people I bought the dryer from, and they called their appliance repair guy to come out, but told me it would be Monday. I wanted to cry. It had been almost 2 weeks since we did laundry. We had run an emergency load at my in-laws, but that was it. Well, the appliance repair people called to confirm Monday's appointment and I told them I had gone so long without a dryer and they said, "Oh, well, let's see what we can do" This company is called Doyle's, by the way, in case you live around here and want a good appliance repair service. I got home from helping at O's party just as Doyle's called and asked if they could come. The guy checked the dryer and said, yet again, that it was only getting half the power. He checked the breaker, and showed me that instead of 220 volts, it was reading 8-9 volts. It makes no sense at all because it had been fine the day before. He pulled the breaker out, put it in a different slot, and it worked (which also makes no sense). Finally, the dryer worked. On Friday and Saturday, as part of the 10 loads of laundry I ran, the dryer tripped the breaker 4 times. We could just reset it and keep going, but it still meant that we had a problem. So, yet again, Tim came out (this was Monday this week) and took a look at the breaker. And, we finally figured out the problem. Six or seven years ago, we had a projector installed in our downstairs. The people who set it up said we didn't have enough breakers, so they took the breaker attached to the A/C and doubled it up with the dryer's breaker, and made a new one for the projector. They apparently didn't attach it well, and you really shouldn't double up breakers, but I guess people do it. So, Tim rearranged the breaker box, moving things so there would be a spot for a new breaker, and now the A/C and dryer are separate again. And, knock on wood, I now have a working dryer. So, it took two dryers, 10 days, 7 service calls, 4 repair guys, 2 breakers, and a lot of frustration from the time it broke to the time it was fixed. It is a bummer I had gone out to buy a new dryer. Being a floor model, I couldn't return it. Plus, after all that work installing it and getting it working, I was really afraid to move anything back or touch anything once it got working properly. So, we found a good home for the old dryer, and are getting used to the new one. I just never realized how grateful I am for a dryer. It is such a first world problem - I sometimes felt like a big baby complaining about having no dryer when people wash their clothes in a stream, and hang them to dry. In the end, it has worked out okay. Not my favorite situation, but it is over. I hope. I really really hope.